Again. It happened again. I had a normal morning. Everything the same.
A couple differences. Marika refuses to get out of bed for workout. Loser.
At said workout, I dropped a thirty pound dumbbell at finish of a set, it bounced and caught the ring finger of my left hand in a pincer between that weight and a 25 pounder. Yes, it hurt. Like hell. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. 12 hours later , my ring finger and knuckle are purple. Good news, no bone or joint damage. Just soft tissue.
I finished the workout. No pain, no gain.
I headed straight home after. I’m really tired and need to go to work. I managed to get ready quickly.
On that note, I stopped for coffee on the way out. Then (I’m driving the convertible) I stopped at the upholstery place to get an estimate on my convertible top, which has a hole, and the deteriorated drivers seat which, well, has deteriorated. I like the upholstery shop. I spoke with the owner who is quite friendly. Played with the pugs, they have 3. They have a “living room” off the front counter where they sit with the pugs during work. Fun place. I learned a lot about convertible tops from him. I decided to have him take care of it. Two weeks. Because next week he is going to Maui. I am in the wrong biz.
Left the shop and went to work. Forgot to put the top down. In a moron. Trip was quick.
Again, no excitement at work. I did go to FedEx to shop two packages. The trip allowed me to see an in medicated homeless guy screaming at the top of his lungs at no one. Good times. Then to bank to deposit a check. Palpable excitement.
Back to the office I worked through to 6pm and went home. Awesome day. One appointment in the middle for taxes. Usual question and answer.
It’s Tuesday and Emily picked up a mess o’ Mexican from the carniceria. Very good as always. Tuesday’s are the bomb. It’s national drink wine day so we opened a bottle. I don’t want to offend the holiday makers.
After dinner, bad TV. Soon to bed.